Post by shisha on Jan 23, 2012 21:09:47 GMT -5
She'd overlooked one tiny little fact whilst running off into the horizon, that fact being she didn't have the slightest idea as to where she was or where she was heading off to. Kane and the other Hoshi's could of been anywhere in that tree infested location. But still she ran onwards, the snail still attachted to her shoulder with its sticky under slime. As she ran however, she noticed something. A well, but not just any old well, a well that looked strangely similar to the one she'd seen moments ago. In fact upon further thought, she realised that it was the same one. Skidding to a hault she cursed her bad luck, knowing now that she'd been running in circles for quite some time now. Who knew what she'd missed, or what had happened to her crew in that time. Feeling a little defeated she sat down on the well's edge and sighed, even the feeling of the snail moving down her arm, with the strange noise it made from its pursed mouth didn't do anything to lift her spirits. It did though, make her throat and lips dry. Running for so long had made her work up a pretty impressive sweat. She used the well to bring up water from its depths, but was too tired to drink from the bucket. So opted instead to pour it over her head. The second she'd finished doing so, she regretted it.
Like a mexican wave or something close to it, every man of sexually active age froze solid, blood erupting from their noses with such force that they flew back off their feet, landing dazed upon the ground. Even the snail couldn't look away, its eyes in danger of over-inflating and exploding from its stare. As she looked around wondering what caused such a reaction, it hit her like a tonne of bricks. Looking down at her clothes, soaked and very see through, clinging to her body and curves like a second skin. Instead of covering up though, she simply sighed, reaching into her bag at her own pace and right there and then, changing clothes. If the men around her wern't already out for the count, the whole of Treegap would probably have flown away with its own nosebleed. Regardless now changed into fresh attire, she picked up her stone stiff snail friend and smiled. Just then however, a light in the sky solved her problem.
Two signal Flares, shooting up into the sky. There location couldn't of been any more obvious if the flares turned into sky writing saying "Here are the Hoshi's". With a smile, she hugged the snail, happy that such a conveniant solution had helped her. Once more she set off on a run, hopping over the fallen bodies of love struck men and teenagers alike. This time she had a destination, but opted to stay off the ground if possible. Useing her Widget to grapple up onto building tops and into the tree's themselves. Eventually after a while of running, jumping and rolling over objects and obstacles, she arrived at the scene. And what a scene it was. She watched Kane below, but her gaze was more fixed on the half giant now under her. Being up above the battlefeild gave her the advantage of sight. She watched as the giant attacked with his sledgehammer, as this Gonal character followed with his weaponry. This was it. Now was her chance to save others for once, so she placed her snail friend somewhere safe and patted his head, telling him to stay put. Turning back around she smiled Widely, somewhat evily too, running from her prech and off into a free fall.
As her foot pushed off the edge, she swung up her bag before her, the contents falling free with her. In a display of what could best be described as "Awesomness", while falling, donned her famous attire, changing into Desert Punk in mid air. Once fully clothed, she grabbed her shotgun and loaded some rounds, firing them off very quickly. Raining from the sky came several coloured capsules, red ones and green ones. As the green ones neared the ground, they cracked open spilling a green liquid outwards that very quickly began to solidify. The substance landed between the lumberjacks and Frien, landing atop each other forming a squishy, sticky blob of gel. The sledgehammer landed onto this blob and carried on for a breif moment before stopping, stuck inside the viscous gel before hitting Frien. As for the red shells, they landed in a spread on the half giant, exploding in flames over his form. Landing next to Frien, crouched, Shisha rose to her feet and looked back at both him and Kane, making a thumbs up sign. Her voice muffled by the helmet and breather combo.
"Sorry im Late Kane, traffic was Murder". Looking back at their opponents, she reloaded her weapon before aiming. "I can't leave you alone for five seconds without you getting into trouble, Can I?"
(OOC: Again, sorry for late posting. Keeping up with you guys is proving bothersome. Curse you Kane)
Like a mexican wave or something close to it, every man of sexually active age froze solid, blood erupting from their noses with such force that they flew back off their feet, landing dazed upon the ground. Even the snail couldn't look away, its eyes in danger of over-inflating and exploding from its stare. As she looked around wondering what caused such a reaction, it hit her like a tonne of bricks. Looking down at her clothes, soaked and very see through, clinging to her body and curves like a second skin. Instead of covering up though, she simply sighed, reaching into her bag at her own pace and right there and then, changing clothes. If the men around her wern't already out for the count, the whole of Treegap would probably have flown away with its own nosebleed. Regardless now changed into fresh attire, she picked up her stone stiff snail friend and smiled. Just then however, a light in the sky solved her problem.
Two signal Flares, shooting up into the sky. There location couldn't of been any more obvious if the flares turned into sky writing saying "Here are the Hoshi's". With a smile, she hugged the snail, happy that such a conveniant solution had helped her. Once more she set off on a run, hopping over the fallen bodies of love struck men and teenagers alike. This time she had a destination, but opted to stay off the ground if possible. Useing her Widget to grapple up onto building tops and into the tree's themselves. Eventually after a while of running, jumping and rolling over objects and obstacles, she arrived at the scene. And what a scene it was. She watched Kane below, but her gaze was more fixed on the half giant now under her. Being up above the battlefeild gave her the advantage of sight. She watched as the giant attacked with his sledgehammer, as this Gonal character followed with his weaponry. This was it. Now was her chance to save others for once, so she placed her snail friend somewhere safe and patted his head, telling him to stay put. Turning back around she smiled Widely, somewhat evily too, running from her prech and off into a free fall.
As her foot pushed off the edge, she swung up her bag before her, the contents falling free with her. In a display of what could best be described as "Awesomness", while falling, donned her famous attire, changing into Desert Punk in mid air. Once fully clothed, she grabbed her shotgun and loaded some rounds, firing them off very quickly. Raining from the sky came several coloured capsules, red ones and green ones. As the green ones neared the ground, they cracked open spilling a green liquid outwards that very quickly began to solidify. The substance landed between the lumberjacks and Frien, landing atop each other forming a squishy, sticky blob of gel. The sledgehammer landed onto this blob and carried on for a breif moment before stopping, stuck inside the viscous gel before hitting Frien. As for the red shells, they landed in a spread on the half giant, exploding in flames over his form. Landing next to Frien, crouched, Shisha rose to her feet and looked back at both him and Kane, making a thumbs up sign. Her voice muffled by the helmet and breather combo.
"Sorry im Late Kane, traffic was Murder". Looking back at their opponents, she reloaded her weapon before aiming. "I can't leave you alone for five seconds without you getting into trouble, Can I?"
(OOC: Again, sorry for late posting. Keeping up with you guys is proving bothersome. Curse you Kane)